I love you. I love your parents, for having you. I love your siblings, if you have any. I love whoever has provided you with the means to have a computer, so you could be up reading blogs and googling at 4 o'clock in my morning. I love you for liking my rambling bits, and I love whatever dogged personality trait made you persistent enough to find this treasure for me. I love you for giving me an anonymous Christmas present that has had me sitting at my computer staring at my screen in rapt delight for at least an hour. I have googled and googled and found more places to buy that precious book than I had previously imagined possible.
Thank you thank you thank you. I am completely unfit for the real world today, but I can live with that. Walking on air has its own delights.
Okay if the rest of you want to know what I am talking about, first go here. Then go here. Then go read the comments on the blog entry just before this one, entitled "Thanks for clearing that up."
Anonymous - thanks for clearing that up. Do you need babysitting? A poem written in celebration of the kindness of strangers? A public reading in which I quote "that best part of a good man's life/his little, nameless unremembered acts/of kindness and of love" and tell this story? And I will tell this story, over and over again, and behind it all, in my voice, you will always hear an underlying astonishment that you, whoever you are, you wonderful human being, would do this for me.
I've run out of words. Asante sana, merci beaucoup, gracias.